In fields where dreams begin to stray,
Dandelions whisper secrets of the day.
Their gentle dance in the morning light,
A tapestry woven of gold and white.

With tender grace, they sway and bend,
Carried by winds that never end.
Each seed a promise, a wish set free,
Floating softly toward destiny.

Beneath the vast expanse of sky,
They rise and fall, they laugh and sigh.
A fleeting moment, a timeless glow,
In their simplicity, they softly grow.

Oh, dandelions, in your gentle flight,
You teach us of life’s pure delight.
Embrace the wind, embrace the change,
In your quiet strength, nothing is strange.